tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309091462544633662018-03-06T06:35:06.603-08:00Life As We Know ItI like pictures, teeth, and tacos. Follow me and my adventures in college at BYU.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-59486316979984023392014-11-11T18:57:00.001-08:002014-11-11T18:57:37.324-08:00One & 1/2 weeks until thanksgiving break, holla <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t1KZKpvccg/VGLFq5dhE9I/AAAAAAAACm4/AJksZhfFHH8/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t1KZKpvccg/VGLFq5dhE9I/AAAAAAAACm4/AJksZhfFHH8/s640/IMG_0462.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pumpkin spice donuts are life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One direction has released 4 singles and they are D-R-E-A-M-Y</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been feeling really passionate lately about being nice to people. Give them the benefit of the doubt. Don't criticize. And help a sister out. People don't need more criticism or put-downs. People need a helping hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My friends at school are everything to me. Michelle and I were talking about riding the tracks to the airport together for thanksgiving break. Those words came out of our mouths and we had three people offer to give us rides. I was like seriously? We didn't even have to ask, these people just care. Also we laugh a lot together and cry a lot together and I just super love them with my whole heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also conversations with Ms. Reeve/Mrs.Robins/Mrs.Rossell are sooooo prime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">BROOKIE COOKIE COMES HOME TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get emotional thinking about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hard Knock Life by Jay-Z......my sisters and I lOVE this song!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Midterms are ALMOST over!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Happy tearzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-68158761708728423562014-11-03T14:56:00.000-08:002014-11-03T14:56:03.998-08:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Halloween from your very best shake it offers. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If you don't get our costumes go watch the "Shake it Off" music video by Taylor swift, and also listen to her new CD, because SO gooood! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjacSpMBNhs/VFgHWjoguBI/AAAAAAAACmI/HkwPjvNi9EQ/s1600/10710730_10204344826248517_9116551968477296419_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjacSpMBNhs/VFgHWjoguBI/AAAAAAAACmI/HkwPjvNi9EQ/s1600/10710730_10204344826248517_9116551968477296419_n.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then a music video because we really got into the spirit this year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/hDr--oDnokE?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-7390801054646695892014-10-11T20:01:00.002-07:002014-10-11T20:01:58.551-07:00Alpine Loop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We drove the alpine loop this weekend and it was the MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN! I grew up in the desert, we go on vacation to the desert, so leaves changing colors are kind of a big deal to me. Seriously the mountains are life, and God is amazing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaLMJgnMies/VDnr3hy8XKI/AAAAAAAACkI/en65gpHXRdA/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaLMJgnMies/VDnr3hy8XKI/AAAAAAAACkI/en65gpHXRdA/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDg-WOHvOQw/VDnr_fREVLI/AAAAAAAACkU/JAwBdXX56Rk/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDg-WOHvOQw/VDnr_fREVLI/AAAAAAAACkU/JAwBdXX56Rk/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEN2vHkr7Xk/VDnsAP2QNTI/AAAAAAAACkk/HDSJUT6RsXQ/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEN2vHkr7Xk/VDnsAP2QNTI/AAAAAAAACkk/HDSJUT6RsXQ/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qk6wHG7DM4/VDnsAaUkS3I/AAAAAAAACkg/Ls9nMAMnWDc/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qk6wHG7DM4/VDnsAaUkS3I/AAAAAAAACkg/Ls9nMAMnWDc/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hT6hgNXsow/VDnr_DD-G1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/QfEsSc8q3kQ/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hT6hgNXsow/VDnr_DD-G1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/QfEsSc8q3kQ/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also Em and I went to go see "Meet the Mormons." It was so good, and I would encourage everyone to go see it. It explains a lot about what we believe in and who we are. Also we did so well the whole movie, and then we lost it HARD at the end....typ</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5NbM9ws-nc/VDnr_JM65fI/AAAAAAAACkc/S84wjl0aCQo/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5NbM9ws-nc/VDnr_JM65fI/AAAAAAAACkc/S84wjl0aCQo/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, a picture of pizza for your visual enjoyment. Pizza saved my soul this week after rad lab tore me apart. Pizza is bae, and bae knows. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-73116432059466269912014-10-07T17:27:00.001-07:002014-10-07T17:27:25.473-07:00All of the good+all of the bad Where do I even begin! This past month has been the craziest/hardest month of my very little existence. And we can totally blame this on the start of Dental Hygiene school. Dental school is most definitely the best decision I have ever made, but sometimes it's so hard and overwhelming I'm like why did I choose THIS career?! And then I have a really awesome day at school and I'm reminded exactly why I chose it. I seriously love it so much. And I feel like I'm already getting the swing of things and I'm adapting, so the work doesn't seem AS bad. I've also met some of the coolest girls and some if my Clinic Instructors make the world go round I swear. And school has honestly been my life since it started, but I've made sure to do some fun stuff to stay sane....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRYOyUtt6zk/VDSCCXS8IgI/AAAAAAAACi0/OzXFBPLI6wE/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRYOyUtt6zk/VDSCCXS8IgI/AAAAAAAACi0/OzXFBPLI6wE/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Football games because fall, and X out that boy on the end. We don't know who he is...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiVZd92i1RU/VDSCCWTRsYI/AAAAAAAACis/US1bF-A_bwI/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiVZd92i1RU/VDSCCWTRsYI/AAAAAAAACis/US1bF-A_bwI/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Brooklyn slept over with me one night because I need her to function.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP55W1K1Lew/VDSCCeQ5rYI/AAAAAAAACiw/mZ9J1QJgahQ/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP55W1K1Lew/VDSCCeQ5rYI/AAAAAAAACiw/mZ9J1QJgahQ/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The chain till graduation...we got a while kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wg21jP9scY/VDSCDZJHNgI/AAAAAAAACjM/ODyh6MoOc9M/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wg21jP9scY/VDSCDZJHNgI/AAAAAAAACjM/ODyh6MoOc9M/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;This is what I have to wear every single day. It's a love/hate kind of thing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdKf3oVWUrU/VDSCDWdh_uI/AAAAAAAACjE/32XIv4CbeuM/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdKf3oVWUrU/VDSCDWdh_uI/AAAAAAAACjE/32XIv4CbeuM/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Some weeks this is the only thing that keeps me going. Also the Draper is my very favorite. ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRWGAD7_JzA/VDSCDkJ91GI/AAAAAAAACjI/pYI7gZNQ-oY/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRWGAD7_JzA/VDSCDkJ91GI/AAAAAAAACjI/pYI7gZNQ-oY/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;COUSINS CAME!!! And I think I could have cried! I haven't seen Matt since he got home from his mission and seriously we had the best weekend ever together. I'm now in my mourning faze because I want my people back :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wh0uZYbFfxY/VDSCEi2P-FI/AAAAAAAACjY/Ui51c_x0Jds/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wh0uZYbFfxY/VDSCEi2P-FI/AAAAAAAACjY/Ui51c_x0Jds/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Ray Ray had a little birthday din.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrB_DygKS4/VDSCE8ydktI/AAAAAAAACjU/UkhXdMLDdWU/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrB_DygKS4/VDSCE8ydktI/AAAAAAAACjU/UkhXdMLDdWU/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Grandpa Wash did it again with those conference tickets. Forever thankful to be born into that mans family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbuu8BBPHJo/VDSCFUbBXnI/AAAAAAAACjc/kZ64xlQ3dxI/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbuu8BBPHJo/VDSCFUbBXnI/AAAAAAAACjc/kZ64xlQ3dxI/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;And Ray turned 21! And everyone should say a quick little prayer that she will get into my school so I can suffer with those I love most! ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IggNYuTdFqE/VDSCGJ1hUKI/AAAAAAAACjk/Gs8ZrL-sXi4/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IggNYuTdFqE/VDSCGJ1hUKI/AAAAAAAACjk/Gs8ZrL-sXi4/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then one Friday I helped this lady jump her car and then she wrote me the most heartwarming letter and made me cookies. THERE IS STILL GOOD IN THIS WORLD PEOPLE! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And there are only 64 days until Whit comes home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Only 55 until Sam comes home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And only 70 until this semester is over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As Mrs.Green would say "take a big breath in, hold it, let it out. everything is going to be OK!"</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-35961021227684855942014-09-04T16:33:00.002-07:002014-09-04T16:33:57.899-07:00New York, New YorkThe week before school started I flew up for a week trip to New York. It was the best/most needed vacation ever. Also it's been YEARS since I've been to the east coast and it was so fun being back. <br />The first couple of days I spent at Em's house on Long Island. We ate real Chinese, bagels, pizza, and Italian ice. So good you guys! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kP_fdmvHU94/VAjpqoJ89oI/AAAAAAAACek/Xn-D7ANu6ew/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kP_fdmvHU94/VAjpqoJ89oI/AAAAAAAACek/Xn-D7ANu6ew/s1600/001.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we went to the beach/hamptons/lighthouses. It was magical. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIJ_78EvpLI/VAjppEWtMRI/AAAAAAAACec/bKDDj1iQhk8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIJ_78EvpLI/VAjppEWtMRI/AAAAAAAACec/bKDDj1iQhk8/s1600/003.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was SO GREEN there. Living in El Paso really makes you appreciate plants, and I think I said like 50 times on this trip "how do they do it here!? where does all the green come from!" It's just a real shocker for me. Also there would be parts of the road where trees would be like a tunnel and it was the most magical thing. It really is the little things. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AP-qPMdqi4/VAjpsqg-aQI/AAAAAAAACes/uCw9gp7HAAc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AP-qPMdqi4/VAjpsqg-aQI/AAAAAAAACes/uCw9gp7HAAc/s1600/006.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We then went to a private beach which was so nice, and we swam and watched the most amazing sunsets. Sorry Utah, to be honest your sunsets are a real crap shoot, so whenever I see a real sunset it's the best, cause I miss those a lot. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uC8E2ZbwgU/VAjqBPMn8II/AAAAAAAACfM/ZGtHuSlpe_8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uC8E2ZbwgU/VAjqBPMn8II/AAAAAAAACfM/ZGtHuSlpe_8/s1600/008.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also holla at our missionaries. If you got this picture we love you the very most! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgqyhPAWc-g/VAjp8-lDaUI/AAAAAAAACe8/97hu_dZJYTI/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgqyhPAWc-g/VAjp8-lDaUI/AAAAAAAACe8/97hu_dZJYTI/s1600/017.JPG" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The next day we went into the city. Holy buildings. It's like you know New York is made up of these things, but really, it's no joke. They have the most and the prettiest buildings ever. </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjkSTYIdgsM/VAjp7-w64xI/AAAAAAAACe0/c5ad2-0oj2w/s1600/019.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpFKnWh6rTQ/VAjqJBKbZVI/AAAAAAAACfc/ByDLXEfQO_A/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpFKnWh6rTQ/VAjqJBKbZVI/AAAAAAAACfc/ByDLXEfQO_A/s1600/021.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went to the Shake shack. Guys best place ever. It's like one of those go to places in New York for a reason. Also strawberry milkshake. Em and I talked about it for the rest of the trip. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUbxS67be0U/VAjp-vcPr6I/AAAAAAAACfE/-BbxH50rDE4/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUbxS67be0U/VAjp-vcPr6I/AAAAAAAACfE/-BbxH50rDE4/s1600/026.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We went to Times Square that night and NYPD cause Castle. Also we rode the subway a lot, and I love that thing. Yea it smells gross and all, but I just weirdly love it. We also got a little baby bit confused and thought that Em's cousin lived in Brooklyn....we took the subway to the very last stop and lets just say we were the only white people around for miles and we won't ever be returning to that part of Brooklyn again. But oh the laughs! </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6oRMY0O2uI/VAjqLRZQZQI/AAAAAAAACfk/qB9M4s2yPfo/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6oRMY0O2uI/VAjqLRZQZQI/AAAAAAAACfk/qB9M4s2yPfo/s1600/028.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On day four we went to Jimmy Fallon. We got in line at 5 AM and just to our luck it started pouring rain. Like pouring. So we had our friends save us our spot and we ran around Manhattan trying to find a store to buy an umbrella at. It took us forever....and the minute we walked out of the store, the rain stopped. So typical. BUT we met the most amazing people in line, and I wish to be like them when I grow up. They are from Canada and they were there celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary&nbsp;AND they were dentists. Em and I still talk about how awesome they are. They made that time in line go by SO fast. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56CxS088AS4/VAjqC5BcKiI/AAAAAAAACfU/alK5_EL7cpk/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56CxS088AS4/VAjqC5BcKiI/AAAAAAAACfU/alK5_EL7cpk/s1600/029.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Latter on we went to China Town and little Italy and got baby cannolis. S'cute right?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2nlRmquE-w/VAjqSJ7PhLI/AAAAAAAACfs/vIW9uzkAdvs/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2nlRmquE-w/VAjqSJ7PhLI/AAAAAAAACfs/vIW9uzkAdvs/s1600/030.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This city is just full of gems. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQEda8UfA-g/VAjqaRxga_I/AAAAAAAACf8/891NUZnWeb8/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQEda8UfA-g/VAjqaRxga_I/AAAAAAAACf8/891NUZnWeb8/s1600/035.JPG" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We walked the Brooklyn bridge, which I loved! </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch_-GMZc8Co/VAjqdlQquUI/AAAAAAAACgE/jUxHWHgIwuw/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch_-GMZc8Co/VAjqdlQquUI/AAAAAAAACgE/jUxHWHgIwuw/s1600/037.JPG" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;But really guys, this place is the bees knees. And the whole time I was like "soak em for crutchy!" (if you get that reference lets be bffs)</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-MXyDo2OUc/VAjqfeqzkKI/AAAAAAAACgM/g1TpL7gkQBs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-MXyDo2OUc/VAjqfeqzkKI/AAAAAAAACgM/g1TpL7gkQBs/s1600/041.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we went back to the studio to see if we actually got into Jimmy, and we DID! It was the coolest experience of my life. If you are ever in Manhattan GO! And after the show Jimmy ran up the side, and grabbed out hands and told us he loved our shirts. And then we started crying because it had been one draining say and it's Jimmy Fallon! One of the greatest days ever! </div>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1w0RA4q0jeo/VAjql-pj54I/AAAAAAAACgU/hZP24voHjrQ/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1w0RA4q0jeo/VAjql-pj54I/AAAAAAAACgU/hZP24voHjrQ/s1600/045.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day we went on the gossip girl tour. If you&nbsp;are a&nbsp;fan put your hands up in the air for Chuck Bass. Am I right ladiessss? And I know this is a totally lame fangirl thing to do, but I don't even care. </div>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFlGCBxhWtg/VAjqsf-LtBI/AAAAAAAACgo/BRPg-Ak5JHE/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFlGCBxhWtg/VAjqsf-LtBI/AAAAAAAACgo/BRPg-Ak5JHE/s1600/047.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We got to sit at Chuck Bass's bar and contemplate on our very single lives and how all we want is our own mother chucker. Good times.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0ncpRHkyZI/VAjq1fvdfvI/AAAAAAAACg0/r71_GOWpvdc/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0ncpRHkyZI/VAjq1fvdfvI/AAAAAAAACg0/r71_GOWpvdc/s1600/050.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We also went to Bendel's and did not plan on buying anything, cause I mean, it's Bendel's. But they were having a crazy sale, and so we got some of the cutest rings and we didn't have to pay the hundreds of dollars for them! Greatest thing ever! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVJeVS8VNTo/VAjq6PkOw2I/AAAAAAAAChE/rYKBJS9_K1I/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVJeVS8VNTo/VAjq6PkOw2I/AAAAAAAAChE/rYKBJS9_K1I/s1600/054.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went to Grand Central Station. That place has the coolest ceiling. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Qe6k7vtuA/VAjq4vu91SI/AAAAAAAACg8/uzU7amWMx5c/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Qe6k7vtuA/VAjq4vu91SI/AAAAAAAACg8/uzU7amWMx5c/s1600/056.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We wen to tons of other places, and ate macroons, and had the grandest time. And then we did Celtral Park and went to where Chuck and Blair got married. We died. If you're a female, at least watch the GG finale because their wedding is the cutest thing on this very planet. And then we just walked around and took it all in. And it was one of the very best days. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_K486he1r4/VAjq9374KVI/AAAAAAAAChM/zeleFYv73kY/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_K486he1r4/VAjq9374KVI/AAAAAAAAChM/zeleFYv73kY/s1600/065.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I finished my trip off with donuts in the airport. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">New York, you are one of the biggest dreams. I have the fattest crush on you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">New York is a crazy city. It has SO MUCH to do, and it's such a unique place. It also made me realize just how many people are out there and how blessed I am, and how noticed I am. There are just so many people out there and each person is unique and beautiful and has their own story. And there is always someone out there who knows just what you are thinking, and that is the coolest thing ever. Big cities make me realize that a lot of the time, and that's why I like them so much. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks for the best time ever NY. I'll see ya soon. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-73749538211598473502014-08-14T12:52:00.000-07:002014-08-14T12:52:31.799-07:00AugustHappy August! August?! Where has this summer gone? Where has this year gone? Time is flying by, and I'm not to thrilled about it cause I mean, school. But what do you do? I've been up to nothing really spectacular lately, but I've also been having the best time. I've been watching a lot of the Office because Jim and Pam. I love to watch their love story. My love for boy bands grows stronger by the day. I call my sisters all the time just to talk about how much I love Harry Styles and 5 seconds of summer. I've been reading the most inspirational books. Whitney told me to read "My name used to be Muhammad" and my mom told me to read "Let it go." Mind blowing you guys. Seriously I've been able to have some of the most spiritual experiences reading these books. Go read them! I bought myself some cactus friends while my sisters were here. We went on our annual Minnick boating trip. I needed that badddd.&nbsp;I dropped off Mads at the MTC and when I got in my car to drive away there were a lot of tears cause it took me right back to when we dropped Sam off. And then I've been working a lot which has been so good, and I've been trying to mentally prepare myself for school. I'm making progress, but I've still got a long way to go! Also I go to New York on Monday and I am beyond excited! Here I come, you little big apple, I'm so excited to meet you! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k41ubZJfAZI/U-0RCdduqBI/AAAAAAAACcI/fF0b2eCi87E/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k41ubZJfAZI/U-0RCdduqBI/AAAAAAAACcI/fF0b2eCi87E/s1600/024.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">^Gomez, Pepe, and Chancho. I love these guys^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o09iTGQKX00/U-0SSRlZhvI/AAAAAAAACcQ/engAksEE9nE/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o09iTGQKX00/U-0SSRlZhvI/AAAAAAAACcQ/engAksEE9nE/s1600/007.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^My two best boating snitches.^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jqi2CuOlPUU/U-0SXQ_thGI/AAAAAAAACcY/nFojsGDbk44/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jqi2CuOlPUU/U-0SXQ_thGI/AAAAAAAACcY/nFojsGDbk44/s1600/009.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^Annnnnnd one last head tilt! Argentina is already in love with you Hermana. I have no doubt in my mind that you will win hottest sister award! Do us proud!^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I'll see you all after New York! </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-27164407534947612014-08-07T13:44:00.000-07:002014-08-07T13:44:17.167-07:00Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MuMmUdr-Kws/U-PjtOPJUMI/AAAAAAAACbo/vLjfhwgslOY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MuMmUdr-Kws/U-PjtOPJUMI/AAAAAAAACbo/vLjfhwgslOY/s1600/018.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">My family got to come to Utah after California (minus Emma cause EFY and my dad cause surgery calls) and it was the best time of my life.</div><div align="center">I miss these people A LOT, so I love it when we get to hang out.</div><div align="center">I also love that my mom will wash all of our dish towels, cut 10 years of hair out of our vacuum, and buy me so many groceries I can't even fit them all on my shelf. Thanks mom.</div><div align="center">I also love going to movies on the football field with them, having fight nights and sleepovers every night, going shopping...a lot, eating snow cones, talking in weird accents, visiting BYU, crafting, and just being together. </div><div align="center">I love you family, and I had the very best week with you.</div><div align="center">Come back and visit me soooon!!!﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-32114073261659920082014-08-03T22:33:00.001-07:002014-08-03T22:33:50.536-07:00Cali-Cali-Cali-California<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My family went to San Diego for a week and it was a dreammmm. California is one of my very most favorite places and this vaca was much needed. The only thing was that we drove by Long Beach a lot, and I just wanted to jump out of my car and go see my sister so bad!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But really, funnest vacation time in da world, and we'll just tell this thang through pictures.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dQm7b2lPaI/U98UOAuvwII/AAAAAAAACXI/VIt6HBBR7Ok/s1600/alee+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dQm7b2lPaI/U98UOAuvwII/AAAAAAAACXI/VIt6HBBR7Ok/s1600/alee+(2).JPG" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imperial Beach. This is where dreams are made of. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8cJEiZ36D0/U98UXTkzK_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/RIzx4BOgApA/s1600/alee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8cJEiZ36D0/U98UXTkzK_I/AAAAAAAACXQ/RIzx4BOgApA/s1600/alee.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Oh my gosh! We love surfing! We rented the really cheep boards from good old cheep rentals and had the most killer time ever. Surfing is not even that hard kids, go out and try it cause it makes you the very happiest. </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUwbqker1FA/U98VTrm99rI/AAAAAAAACXw/gEQMuxucQOU/s1600/aleeeee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUwbqker1FA/U98VTrm99rI/AAAAAAAACXw/gEQMuxucQOU/s1600/aleeeee.JPG" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tidal pools. We saw lots and lots of crabs. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g1uZawiEbs/U98VGlpBUUI/AAAAAAAACXg/QcUUodq0naE/s1600/aleeeeee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g1uZawiEbs/U98VGlpBUUI/AAAAAAAACXg/QcUUodq0naE/s1600/aleeeeee.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Uni-versal. It's totally fun to go at least once in your life. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoKUZWpcKY8/U98PU6ko_8I/AAAAAAAACUk/jqs_gyIvOPM/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoKUZWpcKY8/U98PU6ko_8I/AAAAAAAACUk/jqs_gyIvOPM/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;She was the best surfer ever. Like she killed it hard.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFCQv1Khy1Y/U98PYcaFwYI/AAAAAAAACUs/HBOQfyiLOGk/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFCQv1Khy1Y/U98PYcaFwYI/AAAAAAAACUs/HBOQfyiLOGk/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Me with my very cutest mama. Love love love her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--u3zGDe-0bs/U98PrY3plpI/AAAAAAAACU0/_B0u6oVU8xo/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--u3zGDe-0bs/U98PrY3plpI/AAAAAAAACU0/_B0u6oVU8xo/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Alee takes cool pictures allll the time! </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcRJs_asOsw/U98QJwD3M8I/AAAAAAAACVE/k1XRQmfvnaY/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcRJs_asOsw/U98QJwD3M8I/AAAAAAAACVE/k1XRQmfvnaY/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We gave Gracie corn rows and she modeled. We don't know where she gets it from....</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-maIAEAT6rwA/U98QEVZQLxI/AAAAAAAACU8/m4eqZShIU_E/s1600/IMG_0548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-maIAEAT6rwA/U98QEVZQLxI/AAAAAAAACU8/m4eqZShIU_E/s1600/IMG_0548.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We are BIG fans of food, and these fish tacos are the grandest. Holla!</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJeI3br7kCs/U98QPEBfm1I/AAAAAAAACVM/hJi-qt-76TI/s1600/IMG_0553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJeI3br7kCs/U98QPEBfm1I/AAAAAAAACVM/hJi-qt-76TI/s1600/IMG_0553.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We like to sing cheetah girls in our spare time. You should be friends with them because they are the coolest cats to hang with.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3q4vjqE6er0/U98QrAFgoTI/AAAAAAAACVU/ZtaUM0lHQ3U/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3q4vjqE6er0/U98QrAFgoTI/AAAAAAAACVU/ZtaUM0lHQ3U/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG" height="358" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The beach is one of the most therapeutic places in the world. Please let me live there one day! &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFdBZNW0x8/U98Q3YlxmFI/AAAAAAAACVc/WRuoc_YAiCM/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFdBZNW0x8/U98Q3YlxmFI/AAAAAAAACVc/WRuoc_YAiCM/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Winnnnnnner</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSBHkjK5O6k/U98Q-Dib1SI/AAAAAAAACVk/YvzeM_yOHHQ/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSBHkjK5O6k/U98Q-Dib1SI/AAAAAAAACVk/YvzeM_yOHHQ/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Faillllllllllllllllll </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WxEQDa-EO4/U98Rh6MzJZI/AAAAAAAACVs/HKRzlaWeWB0/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WxEQDa-EO4/U98Rh6MzJZI/AAAAAAAACVs/HKRzlaWeWB0/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Because we were so happy that we took a lot of jumping pictures. </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9fkq4XY57A/U98Rq5blNJI/AAAAAAAACV0/w69CZbRCvHo/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9fkq4XY57A/U98Rq5blNJI/AAAAAAAACV0/w69CZbRCvHo/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are ever in San-D go to Hodads and get a strawberry milkshake. Amen.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whxHtYzyInI/U98R6xi-IwI/AAAAAAAACV8/Zf3YMZ2RJ8E/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whxHtYzyInI/U98R6xi-IwI/AAAAAAAACV8/Zf3YMZ2RJ8E/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom was like "this is it, this is going to be our Christmas card picture." LOL&nbsp;at dad gazing off into the distance. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUogpF_HTDI/U98SfMwZcsI/AAAAAAAACWI/v1rT7f1d6mc/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUogpF_HTDI/U98SfMwZcsI/AAAAAAAACWI/v1rT7f1d6mc/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Bike rides on the beach. Enough said.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ0NKEfLtPg/U98SudMcsAI/AAAAAAAACWQ/AABs1_xiVqc/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ0NKEfLtPg/U98SudMcsAI/AAAAAAAACWQ/AABs1_xiVqc/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We made a little friend, and this was before Mandie caught a crab and named him Peter. (you have to say it in an English accent though)</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhLQ-ZiKX-A/U98SzZckChI/AAAAAAAACWY/xpvBQ7XeyFk/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhLQ-ZiKX-A/U98SzZckChI/AAAAAAAACWY/xpvBQ7XeyFk/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;White girls. </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arPm5nBnpQQ/U98TJzwgbKI/AAAAAAAACWg/jf613Qx1gbI/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arPm5nBnpQQ/U98TJzwgbKI/AAAAAAAACWg/jf613Qx1gbI/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Holy cow I love this temple more than anything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5sTQK025QY/U98Ta9H6m8I/AAAAAAAACWo/oRAFZSeJshY/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5sTQK025QY/U98Ta9H6m8I/AAAAAAAACWo/oRAFZSeJshY/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;You can see the temple in the refection of the glass at sprinkles, and that is why this was the best day ever. (and no one "can even" with Aileen's face)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlK5amNqIDU/U98TxmItFXI/AAAAAAAACW4/wlVfMonkny4/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlK5amNqIDU/U98TxmItFXI/AAAAAAAACW4/wlVfMonkny4/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whhhater whhhorld</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5Ain7IUia8/U98T-i3NaeI/AAAAAAAACXA/ZNwx04b7t6w/s1600/Sara+maybe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5Ain7IUia8/U98T-i3NaeI/AAAAAAAACXA/ZNwx04b7t6w/s1600/Sara+maybe.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I never want to forget how incredibly fun my first time surfing was. Seriously the best day ever. I'll take the ugly tan lines and immense amount of salt water consumed any day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxvDkMgKdq4/U98VONcDstI/AAAAAAAACXo/W22sHjioPLw/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxvDkMgKdq4/U98VONcDstI/AAAAAAAACXo/W22sHjioPLw/s1600/photo.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">And that's a wrap. Go buy yourself a hat, and go to the good old CA.</div><div align="center">Eat some cupcakes, beach hard, go surfing, look at pretty things, and hang out with pretty people and you will have the time of your life. Pinky swear. ﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-23575320283003724092014-07-06T20:46:00.002-07:002014-07-06T20:46:28.775-07:00Fav holiday! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voyXbLCPZl4/U7oWOIb5zuI/AAAAAAAACR0/osgCOHc5ZCI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voyXbLCPZl4/U7oWOIb5zuI/AAAAAAAACR0/osgCOHc5ZCI/s1600/004.JPG" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Happy fourth oh July weekend from your favorite family of "runners." </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lol cause we are actually not runners all, but we kind of like to think we are and we have medals to prove it. Next year, I'm coming for you 5k! (the mile we did this year was a litttttle too short for me) </div><div style="text-align: center;">And then I had to work all day, but hey time and a half.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then we did fireworks and food.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a very simple fourth this year, but it was so good.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Long live America and long this holiday cause it's the raddest. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvaMAYvh4fc/U7oWKRqXPQI/AAAAAAAACRs/TeMjKtb24BM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvaMAYvh4fc/U7oWKRqXPQI/AAAAAAAACRs/TeMjKtb24BM/s1600/008.JPG" height="640" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also my temple trip this week was exceptionally good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of my favorite things about Utah is all the temples we have so so close to where we live. We don't have to walk across the border into Mexico just to go to the temple, and that is huge people! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't ever take these buildings for granted, they are the most peaceful blessings in our lives. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Also warning-they redid the baptistery in the Mt. Timp temple. The boys and girls dressing rooms are now switched, I repeat they are switched!*</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-56036232039214401412014-06-23T09:50:00.000-07:002014-06-23T09:50:50.043-07:00Texas is my boyfriendI just got home from my first vacation of the summer to Texas. I was beyond thrilled to be able to go home even if was only for 5 days. Texas is one of my very happiest places ever. It's where I get to drive my truck. It's where I have to wake up and be at family soccer practice at 8 am, and it's so hot outside already you just want to kill yourself but it feels soooo good. Also I know I'm a crappy soccer player, but come on, playing against my dad takes away any pride I ever had....that man! It's where the real deal Mexican food is at. I die every time I eat those darn tacos. It's where Fort Bliss is, and it's where seeing soldiers in uniform&nbsp;is the total norm. I love that a lot about that city. My American pride shines though hard because of that, and it's taught me to REALLY appreciate what our soldiers do&nbsp;for us. It's where you are driving on the freeway and you get a mini heart attack cause if you take one wrong merge you end up in Mexico and that's just a whole other problem. It's the place where the people are so nice. I miss that every day. Southern courtesy is so real and it amazes me how down to earth the people are there. It's where the summer nights are killer, and night swimming is a must. It's where blue bell ice cream is, and blue bell is the only ice cream that really gets it. It's where 100 degrees is the usual. It's where my best friend lives, and I love how she's there every time I go back. It's where my family is. It's where I grew up, it's what taught me everything. It's so good. It's my favorite and seriously #texasforever cause that state is my best forever and ever. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0PYyhyzNaA/U6hWwEe48zI/AAAAAAAACPU/siQr6y2_BPM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0PYyhyzNaA/U6hWwEe48zI/AAAAAAAACPU/siQr6y2_BPM/s1600/008.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^When you get into Texas the first meal you should ever eat is Taco Cabana. No exceptions.^</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3lwdjezh4M/U6hWp6YSPJI/AAAAAAAACPE/ymkPtfc9hPw/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3lwdjezh4M/U6hWp6YSPJI/AAAAAAAACPE/ymkPtfc9hPw/s1600/009.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^Heart eyes, heart eyes, heart eyes for my pool!^</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXo4jRjOOk4/U6hWtYT7eGI/AAAAAAAACPM/VVSgQlXpGGE/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXo4jRjOOk4/U6hWtYT7eGI/AAAAAAAACPM/VVSgQlXpGGE/s1600/012.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^Blue Bell. The ice cream that really understands the human mind. Yes, we do want a greater cookie dough to ice cream ratio, and that's what they give you. As it should be.^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLo33CBAuiI/U6hW6ADqPWI/AAAAAAAACPc/PIYb5ClOsMs/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLo33CBAuiI/U6hW6ADqPWI/AAAAAAAACPc/PIYb5ClOsMs/s1600/013.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^Hammocks=Heaven^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eElyDQuGLRs/U6hW9pAJDRI/AAAAAAAACPk/ONrTs8docyg/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eElyDQuGLRs/U6hW9pAJDRI/AAAAAAAACPk/ONrTs8docyg/s1600/014.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^This view from swinging in our hammock is reaaaaaal good.^</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwcTMWUJLIg/U6hXE3bLKUI/AAAAAAAACPs/jdMZtt7kXg4/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwcTMWUJLIg/U6hXE3bLKUI/AAAAAAAACPs/jdMZtt7kXg4/s1600/015.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^Gracie and I ate every meal outside on our picnic table. I need to own one of these ASAP.^</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4m1NKnfZWM/U6hXOqFla9I/AAAAAAAACP8/hIybO0QAqAU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4m1NKnfZWM/U6hXOqFla9I/AAAAAAAACP8/hIybO0QAqAU/s1600/016.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBL1oa6kcc/U6hXLcRAAwI/AAAAAAAACP0/fbBa15LpCmY/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBL1oa6kcc/U6hXLcRAAwI/AAAAAAAACP0/fbBa15LpCmY/s1600/017.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^I miss this cutest face every day at college.^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERjKlslEAzE/U6hXVLrKqzI/AAAAAAAACQE/QpslItUDz0s/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERjKlslEAzE/U6hXVLrKqzI/AAAAAAAACQE/QpslItUDz0s/s1600/018.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^Summer nights in Texas are too perfect. I miss everything about them.^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0Y0qAkZE2o/U6hXbmXf5LI/AAAAAAAACQU/Y8iqWJEoYMs/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0Y0qAkZE2o/U6hXbmXf5LI/AAAAAAAACQU/Y8iqWJEoYMs/s1600/019.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^These trees are my favorite. Ever.^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZFczo5DZWI/U6hXc9pOR2I/AAAAAAAACQc/QUWP_TXXBos/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZFczo5DZWI/U6hXc9pOR2I/AAAAAAAACQc/QUWP_TXXBos/s1600/021.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^FAVORITE TACOS. HOLLA!!^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs6peT462Lg/U6hXkdDgUjI/AAAAAAAACQs/KWCbtVy8ArY/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs6peT462Lg/U6hXkdDgUjI/AAAAAAAACQs/KWCbtVy8ArY/s1600/023.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^Texas is where my sisters are=my favorite place.^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PRL8OVOaGms/U6hXVvjcZEI/AAAAAAAACQI/sItM2wdc4ig/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PRL8OVOaGms/U6hXVvjcZEI/AAAAAAAACQI/sItM2wdc4ig/s1600/020.JPG" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">^This state man....go visit. You won't regret one second of it.^﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-49720122549614090472014-06-10T09:37:00.001-07:002014-06-10T09:37:49.887-07:00Donut Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZpPgVbaTFM/U5cz3kc8A8I/AAAAAAAACN8/dVPMZG5_lBw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZpPgVbaTFM/U5cz3kc8A8I/AAAAAAAACN8/dVPMZG5_lBw/s1600/002.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was National Donut Day last Friday. We decided to get as many free donuts as we could from Krispy Kreme, so we went three times, each time in a different car, each time we got different donuts, and they never even caught us. Best day ever.</div><br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-20775181742022242322014-05-29T20:00:00.002-07:002014-05-29T20:00:40.623-07:00Catch upAnd lately I've been doing nothing and everything, so here is a list of all that stuff, cause I'm pretty good at writing lists:<br />1. Packages from my mom and sisters<br />2. Lunch dates<br />3. The donut truck/donuts in general<br />4. 7 peaks<br />5. Temple trips<br />6. Reading the Book of Mormon in Spanish. It's easier than you'd think!<br />7. Ice cream is not my fav, but Cinnamon buns ice cream from Ben&amp;Jerry's, thank me latter<br />8. I finished my dental packet and turned it in!<br />9. I played soccer for the first time in forever. It felt gooood. I also need a coach to help me beat my 9 year old sister....<br />10. The bachelorette<br />11. Ward softball games. We are the best cheerleaders ever. And I hate how competitive I am<br />12. Anything and everything mango flavored<br />13. Lots of letters from my two bests, Whit/Stace<br />14. I get to go HOME!!! It's only for 5 days, but I don't even care. I love you Texas!<br />And now pictures:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0hkIQj-fQ4/U4fzMWsuQdI/AAAAAAAACMQ/7d2CO_DNR1w/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0hkIQj-fQ4/U4fzMWsuQdI/AAAAAAAACMQ/7d2CO_DNR1w/s1600/013.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^Seriously guys.^</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6qRtBc01Kk/U4fzH7qj3sI/AAAAAAAACMI/buwCDZdqtRs/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6qRtBc01Kk/U4fzH7qj3sI/AAAAAAAACMI/buwCDZdqtRs/s1600/014.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^Our new ward is way cool. They support us in our main cheer roles on the team, and still let us eat hot dogs with them after.^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8WROjqgdFw/U4fzNDDRHtI/AAAAAAAACMY/2735LLFnBVU/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8WROjqgdFw/U4fzNDDRHtI/AAAAAAAACMY/2735LLFnBVU/s1600/023.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^I cannot and will not ever get over this view. I mean come on, the church is so true, it's not even funny.^</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-87193572101382011342014-05-12T17:15:00.000-07:002014-05-12T17:15:33.974-07:00LatelyAnd Lately:<br />+Hailey got married!!! It's all parts exciting/totally weird!<br />+Hunter Hayes new CD<br />+I moved! And I couldn't be more in love with where I am at. My ward is killing it, and we've only been here for two weeks<br />+I love my job. The girls I work with are so fun!<br />+I'm about to jump into a whole lot of dental shadowing hours<br />+I bought my plane tickets to California and New York. Come faster vacations!<br />+Mothers Day/thanks mom for being my favorite human in this whole world/we got to talk to our missionary<br />+Tanning<br />+Brooklyn came to visit us! I may have cried when she left :( <br />+Missionary emails<br />+I've loved/hated having nothing to do. I'm so excited summer is here!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6z11b8nt7A/U3Fg2z8Pi3I/AAAAAAAACKU/nZ_ANzy8yCc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6z11b8nt7A/U3Fg2z8Pi3I/AAAAAAAACKU/nZ_ANzy8yCc/s1600/005.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^^^Our, "we can't believe Hailey is married" faces.^^^</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcESAq-nwGw/U3FhBJJKafI/AAAAAAAACKs/jWvcL1AtOno/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcESAq-nwGw/U3FhBJJKafI/AAAAAAAACKs/jWvcL1AtOno/s1600/007.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">^^^This happened and it was magical. Mac n cheese through and through!^^^</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etMVdqCKWeg/U3Fg9z5trjI/AAAAAAAACKk/bo8zsqc1uhw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etMVdqCKWeg/U3Fg9z5trjI/AAAAAAAACKk/bo8zsqc1uhw/s1600/008.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^^^Real talk, best Cinco de Mayo eva. It's been far too long since I've been to a party where Juanes is playing, and it made my whole life complete. Also my whole ward is obsessed with Nacho Libre and so I'm basically in love.^^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfbx4Lo5Py4/U3Fg9LLqmeI/AAAAAAAACKc/MTFGeVRX3UM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfbx4Lo5Py4/U3Fg9LLqmeI/AAAAAAAACKc/MTFGeVRX3UM/s1600/013.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^^^Brooklyn being here for the past week was heaven. Come back and visit us B, we miss you a lot and need more late night laughs with you.^^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuky0WUT4aw/U3FhBJ7PpWI/AAAAAAAACKw/4ps1KKulEGE/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuky0WUT4aw/U3FhBJ7PpWI/AAAAAAAACKw/4ps1KKulEGE/s1600/024.JPG" height="352" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">^^^Gracie's face....she's cute. But really, these women are everything to me. And I can't wait till Sam comes home. We can finally be complete again.^^^﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-13449925454412459072014-04-25T14:25:00.000-07:002014-04-25T14:25:16.745-07:00H-U-N-T-E-R H-A-Y-E-S<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYmgjUxAnSY/U1rMy95yxuI/AAAAAAAACHY/fk4UkhHT6GU/s1600/10177978_10202968180913244_1741960584116730828_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYmgjUxAnSY/U1rMy95yxuI/AAAAAAAACHY/fk4UkhHT6GU/s1600/10177978_10202968180913244_1741960584116730828_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We all bought tickets for Hunter Hayes in February, and then finally we finished finals and got treated with this gem of a concert. And I'm sorry not sorry for all of the fan girling that will be going on in this post. Also cowboy boots. I miss Texas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--__zQ0yKHt0/U1rNC4pMocI/AAAAAAAACHo/lJ-yoqNIC_U/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--__zQ0yKHt0/U1rNC4pMocI/AAAAAAAACHo/lJ-yoqNIC_U/s1600/003.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first opener was Dan+Shay. They are amazing and I hope you all go listen to their album cause it's amazing. Also Dan is hot and Shay is short, but I still love them both. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yag7m7gKtCs/U1rND88YCgI/AAAAAAAACH0/XpsbYwfshPY/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yag7m7gKtCs/U1rND88YCgI/AAAAAAAACH0/XpsbYwfshPY/s1600/006.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then Danielle Bradbery opened. She is probably one of the cutest humans to walk this very earth. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1N3OjnX6RA/U1rNEKlwDjI/AAAAAAAACIE/rdV_6D2kXpM/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1N3OjnX6RA/U1rNEKlwDjI/AAAAAAAACIE/rdV_6D2kXpM/s1600/009.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then there was Hunter....Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. First of all forgive all of my blurry pictures, but I was a little too excited and he was jumping all over the stage and never standing still, so ya know. But isn't he the cutest?! I want to take him home. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnlp-pzFu8A/U1rNEYSInPI/AAAAAAAACH8/y_ppENGgjR8/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnlp-pzFu8A/U1rNEYSInPI/AAAAAAAACH8/y_ppENGgjR8/s1600/011.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I touched him like three times, and he totally looked into my eyes while singing Wanted. So basically we are in love, it's fine. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKFNt2nqm-I/U1rNE1JSB4I/AAAAAAAACII/L3UEQUpmxRU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKFNt2nqm-I/U1rNE1JSB4I/AAAAAAAACII/L3UEQUpmxRU/s1600/012.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also let's talk about the fact that Laurie won a meet n' greet with Hunter! I still can't believe she won....I never know people who win things cause I have the worst luck ever. Maybe my bad streak is running thin (sorry Stace, you got the worst of it.) </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i38Det9H_A8/U1rNGoiB8OI/AAAAAAAACIo/5L7AL_8qNYQ/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i38Det9H_A8/U1rNGoiB8OI/AAAAAAAACIo/5L7AL_8qNYQ/s1600/020.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also loved how he got emotional. I don't know what it is about a man that is not ashamed to show his emotions, but Hunter let them shine! Our show was his first ever sold out tour show and he was freaking out. It was adorable, duh. After a song he would just stand there and look at us and be like wow, this is really happening, this is real life. And then me and all the high schoolers I was surrounded by would scream and almost cry with him. It was precious, he was precious. I'm in literal love guys. Moving on...</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd9wWRI6MvA/U1rNI1hUJfI/AAAAAAAACJY/tENddMHpBGw/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd9wWRI6MvA/U1rNI1hUJfI/AAAAAAAACJY/tENddMHpBGw/s1600/027.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Real talk: one of the best shows I've ever been to. If you ever have the chance to go to one of his concerts-GO. Hunter is a party and a half but he's also exceptionally inspirational and says things during his concert that make you leave and your like "Yea, I am the coolest person ever, and so is everyone else, and this life is awesome and I'm happy!" It's a good time, and every woman should find a husband like Hunter. He's amazing and knows how to treat a woman. And also his new CD that's coming out should be the greatest thing since double stuffed oreos. Thanks for being you Hunter, you made a lot of girls dreams come true that night. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1pOr_-TskI/U1rNJhA4r8I/AAAAAAAACJc/rZiCI7sd07Y/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1pOr_-TskI/U1rNJhA4r8I/AAAAAAAACJc/rZiCI7sd07Y/s1600/030.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">And then we got to meet Dan and Shay. Holy hotness. And it was the best night ever guys. Like really. And it was 10 times better cause class is over&nbsp;and summer is here.</div><div align="center">Long live country music. ﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-89968503262960304662014-04-20T15:51:00.001-07:002014-04-20T15:51:12.555-07:00Easter Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--91DEbQJaQc/U1RJwjFXgfI/AAAAAAAACGU/oEeFFHphUak/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--91DEbQJaQc/U1RJwjFXgfI/AAAAAAAACGU/oEeFFHphUak/s1600/001.JPG" height="640" width="580" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So last weekend we went to the Bijou Market. It was fantastic. I'm glad I have friends that will go to cute things like this with me. Also the art city donut truck. To start off donuts are my favorite food, so come onnnnn, this stuff was amazing! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOjOoZBCoPY/U1RJw-rJ23I/AAAAAAAACGY/CbDSOS5_Vv4/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOjOoZBCoPY/U1RJw-rJ23I/AAAAAAAACGY/CbDSOS5_Vv4/s1600/010.JPG" height="518" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;And then this week my favorite little Rachel came into town. We went on a much much needed Café Rio date and then Mandie got us free Starbucks cause Mandie is awesome!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then the next day we went to seriously every dang grocery store in Provo because we wanted the caramel Cadbury eggs. No one sells them in this dang city, expect for Maceys! But it was the best Easter egg hunt I've ever been on. I'm so glad that Rach is planning on going to the same dental school as I am, cause we are BCFF. (best cousin friends forever) And she is my other half and always will be. So kill it up there in Idaho RayRay and I will probably come visit every week during the summer. Ok bye. </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0DAu00oc20/U1RJxBe9SwI/AAAAAAAACGc/DUbLTGXCHgI/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0DAu00oc20/U1RJxBe9SwI/AAAAAAAACGc/DUbLTGXCHgI/s1600/013.JPG" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Brooklyn and I went on a little night hike because finals week is hard and boys are stupid. Like seriously, boys need to be more polite and learn how to treat girls the way they deserve. And on the other hand boys need to back off. If the answer is no, the answer is no. Gosh we vented hard, and it felt good.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZj1k5IAHlU/U1RJxiQpYoI/AAAAAAAACGs/tUYQuznq8RQ/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZj1k5IAHlU/U1RJxiQpYoI/AAAAAAAACGs/tUYQuznq8RQ/s1600/015.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And last but definitely not least, Happy Easter! I am so thankful to be a part of this church. I am also so grateful for Jesus Christ. I cannot express enough how much better your life can be if you will rely on Him, put his will before yours and really have him be your best friend. He has done so much for each of us, and learning more about Him makes you more grateful for His sacrifice. If there is one thing that I've learned&nbsp;at college and has made into a better person it is that Jesus lives, he lives and he loves each and every one of us. And most immortally he is always there. No matter how alone you feel, he is there, and that in itself is life changing.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-81043564434409945472014-04-08T21:03:00.000-07:002014-04-08T21:03:43.860-07:00The best of the best of the best<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok seriously this past weekend has been the best of my entire life. Like no joke. This past school year has been hard. It's been long, and its been very challenging. There have been days after days that everything just goes wrong. I finally feel like I've made it. I made it through this year full of let downs and hardships, and finally this weekend has paid off. So here we go! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dc4geGNMHTU/U0S_eVQAxOI/AAAAAAAACFg/IkVUin-4VJ4/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dc4geGNMHTU/U0S_eVQAxOI/AAAAAAAACFg/IkVUin-4VJ4/s1600/005.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last Friday SkyeLyn and I met up with Travis at the Bountiful temple. This was my first time going and it was awesome. This temple is huge/beautiful. Also having friends who can baptize you is the literal best thing. College rocks my socks off time after time because of the people I've met. Lets be friends forever ok guys?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2yf_gw3TxI/U0S_R7f6DpI/AAAAAAAACEw/iUi8zvzJgWI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2yf_gw3TxI/U0S_R7f6DpI/AAAAAAAACEw/iUi8zvzJgWI/s1600/008.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Car selfie for the win cause we have the BEST GRANDPA IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!! I'm not even kidding. This man is my rock/one of the biggest examples to me in my life.&nbsp;He used to be in 70, and so he now gets tickets to every session of conference. Me and&nbsp;Mandie were able to go together and I will forever be grateful for my grandpa.&nbsp;The way he has lived his life has in turn blessed my life so so much and I am just so&nbsp;happy he is mine.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Disclaimer*-we are the first grandchildren to convince him to give us his tickets even though we don't have boyfriends. Beating that system right and left ;) </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcPB6YzMAW0/U0S_VieSN7I/AAAAAAAACFI/ZGnVxIEy5YQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcPB6YzMAW0/U0S_VieSN7I/AAAAAAAACFI/ZGnVxIEy5YQ/s1600/013.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know this is blurry, but guys come on! We were so close to these amazing men, it blew my mind. If you EVER get the chance to go to conference, go. If you ever get the chance to sit way up close seal the deal and DO IT! Life changing people! I can't even tell you how powerful it is to have Elder Holland get up to the stand and rock such a power house talk sitting right there in front of him. If you aren't Mormon you should seriously consider it cause it is the greatest part of my life and it could be the greatest thing to happen to yours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also remember that one time Elder Cook brushed my shoulder as he casually walked by/that time that we were 10 inches away from Elder Oaks and almost got a selfie with him. Nothing can compare to that day of conference. I am truly blessed and learned so much in one little day.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDGqRxO0qDU/U0S_WaREZ5I/AAAAAAAACFQ/nloEJSJcr88/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDGqRxO0qDU/U0S_WaREZ5I/AAAAAAAACFQ/nloEJSJcr88/s1600/019.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also Mandie is a gooood time. If you don't have a Mandie in your life you could maybe borrow mine for a day cause she is literally a party and half and I would not survive without her. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au_Wak8w2o8/U0S_Y8Sgn6I/AAAAAAAACFY/8ST7uZeTla0/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au_Wak8w2o8/U0S_Y8Sgn6I/AAAAAAAACFY/8ST7uZeTla0/s1600/023.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok, this is where is gets really real.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I.Got.Into.Dental.Hygiene.School.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My grandma called me on Monday April 7 and said "Hey Sara we got a letter here for you, you might want to come open it!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was surprising so calm when opening it and then I saw I got in and I kid you not I had to read it 10 times before I believed it. We then proceeded to freak out/jump up and down in a giant group hug. My grandparents are like 19, I love it. Gosh, I've worked hard to get where I am, and I am so blessed to have this opportunity, to go to this dream dental school of mine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Like really? I'm a big kid!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It feels so good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And seriously guys, THANK YOU. I have never felt so much love/had so much support in my life before. I don't know why I'm surrounded by the best people. I don't know what I ever did to deserve it but I am so happy every day because of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I got a job that I really wanted and then everything was good. For once this year everything fell into place and I know that hard work pays off. Never ever ever give up on yourself and more importantly never give up on God. You will go through hard times. There&nbsp;WILL be bumps in the road, bumps that are sometimes years long. But you see it's after you push through those times and instead of having them tear you down, having them build you up that you really find out who you are and how strong you are. And then one day you will see the sunshine and you will know, you will know that everything works out/happens for a reason. And the best thing you could ever do for your life is never giving up. It really makes the difference. Trust me, I know. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-9284097949348678482014-04-02T15:09:00.000-07:002014-04-02T15:09:10.123-07:00End of March!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz2RkUFIC7c/UzyIPL2IblI/AAAAAAAACEM/aUJvp-KAGes/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz2RkUFIC7c/UzyIPL2IblI/AAAAAAAACEM/aUJvp-KAGes/s1600/004.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;^Classic Utah spring time festivities. And props to our photo bomber, it took us a day to notice&nbsp;he was there!&nbsp;^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC0zaTfbFlY/UzyIOqw4oLI/AAAAAAAACEI/SywUGnBSMa0/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC0zaTfbFlY/UzyIOqw4oLI/AAAAAAAACEI/SywUGnBSMa0/s1600/005.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also I caught (SkyeLyn fought off like 20 other girl to get this for me) Tim Dobbert's ball at the volleyball game. Seriously who invented men's volleyball? It's like the sport of the Gods. We like to think we are BFFs with the whole team....who knows, maybe one day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also March is OVER. YAY! And now it's April, and I am sooo excited. April is already turning out to be crazy busy, but I am so excited for it (mainly because that means this semester is over!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And Hilary Duff is&nbsp; currently recording her new album. I'm already in love with it. She knows what a girl needs in her life. Am I right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And Tucanos should really start thinking about selling take out of their mango codfish cause I would kill for that rn. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And yes, it snowed today, and no I'm not even mad. (I'm totally kidding, I think a tear ran down my face today.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I still don't understand why there are not rainbows in Utah. I think Texas steals them all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last but not least, this weekend is going to be killllller. Go out and do something F-U-N.</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-3361395908536695522014-03-24T19:11:00.001-07:002014-03-24T19:11:43.482-07:00It's all good<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tu46t8FBu2E/UzDkCJueGEI/AAAAAAAACDg/B4eJPDtFbg8/s1600/159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tu46t8FBu2E/UzDkCJueGEI/AAAAAAAACDg/B4eJPDtFbg8/s1600/159.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously guys, we are in love with our major. I mean there are times when you want to pull your hair out and give up, but the good times totally outweigh the bad. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6pSe4o45ck/UzDkA0-WOEI/AAAAAAAACDU/c7o_WT6NRhQ/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6pSe4o45ck/UzDkA0-WOEI/AAAAAAAACDU/c7o_WT6NRhQ/s1600/162.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also BABY GOAT!!! I never even knew how precious they were, but then I met little baby thor and died a little. He is the cutest and I love him. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0C9YTBMTx4/UzDkAQlK4aI/AAAAAAAACDQ/PKX81_TeDZ4/s1600/163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0C9YTBMTx4/UzDkAQlK4aI/AAAAAAAACDQ/PKX81_TeDZ4/s1600/163.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">I like my friends a lot. They are the best. I also love 4 wheeling with them and eating hot dogs. It's always a good time.</div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center">Also I love my missionaries. I really really really miss my Whitney Minnick. Today I got her email and I was rushing to class and so I read it really quick and she told me how she just send a letter.....you know the usual goodness. I then got back from the longest day of school and she had written me another email that said, "I just want you to know that you are great. I LOVE YOU!!!"</div><div align="center">And as simple as it was, this second email made my day.</div><div align="center">I love YOU, Hermana Minnick.</div><div align="center">Come back soon cause I'm dying without you. ﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-68440292584081875192014-03-20T10:03:00.002-07:002014-03-20T10:03:53.609-07:00Recently <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0xstB246O0/UysdZKWa2hI/AAAAAAAACC0/UAeVp-sLVMw/s1600/jhdg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0xstB246O0/UysdZKWa2hI/AAAAAAAACC0/UAeVp-sLVMw/s1600/jhdg.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*Volleyball games-if he wasn't so dang tall we'd marry him<br />*Cheerios are life<br />*My missionaries mean everything to me<br />*Midtermzzzzzz<br />*Dental meetings with sweet sweet videos<br />*Phone calls with my sisters<br />*The fact that after this week we only have 3&nbsp;more weeks of class<br />*Free pizza and donuts<br />*Divine Comedy<br />*Just dances parties<br />*Sitting out in the sun<br />*Hurry up and be done March, I need April in my life!!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-83861962228475539002014-03-18T09:17:00.000-07:002014-03-18T09:17:32.638-07:00Happy Early Birthday Whit!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lESt3fP4T_s/UyYT0Wtf_1I/AAAAAAAACCY/o-_jNF4fwHI/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lESt3fP4T_s/UyYT0Wtf_1I/AAAAAAAACCY/o-_jNF4fwHI/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG" height="640" width="425" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is how this story went down:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last spring Stace and I were sitting on our mega bed eating cinnamon life (with no milk) and watching wedding videos and stuff like that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we came across some birthday videos for missionaries and Stacey turned to me and said, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"if you give me one thing on my mission I want it to be a birthday video." And I so I crossed my heart and then I thought Whitney needs a video too cause she's the third&nbsp;corner to our love triangle. And so I came up with this idea and a huge thank-you to Shanoah who helped me put it together (I couldn't have done it without you)&nbsp;and this is what we came up with.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So happy early birthday Whitney. I love you times a billion and I can't wait till you are HOME! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="375" mozallowfullscreen="" src="//player.vimeo.com/video/89373489?portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Also peanut butter froyo. Like holy freaking, that's some good shiz.</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-43327510864591304452014-03-09T12:40:00.001-07:002014-03-09T12:40:09.417-07:00Guys it's getting warm outside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClcSdXXsVrg/UxzBKJhmMpI/AAAAAAAACB8/znomgMwLYVQ/s1600/khgdc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClcSdXXsVrg/UxzBKJhmMpI/AAAAAAAACB8/znomgMwLYVQ/s1600/khgdc.jpg" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went and visited our favorite person the other day. It was lots of laughs + hugs + and spiritual moments. This man will always be #1 to us. He's the guy who can literally pick up all the pieces of your life when they are all falling apart. He's the one who tells you how awesome you are and how amazing your future is going to be. He's the guy who tells you make out allllll the time and probably would want to witness those first kisses if he could. He's one of the only adults up here that genuinely cares about your life and everything that's going on. We love you Bish, we love you forver and ever and thanks for being our BFF. You rock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On another note: Let's please talk&nbsp;about this weather we have been having. It's been so great. Also if someone sneezes you should bless them. And&nbsp;for your benefit every Saturday has&nbsp;$1.29 mozz sticks at Sonic. Like why have I not known about this so far? My life is forever changed. &nbsp;</div><br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-60993062158419999122014-03-03T21:13:00.002-08:002014-03-03T21:13:40.753-08:00Midterms are over, lets party!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhrBqctmJdM/UxVeW_Mb1LI/AAAAAAAACBM/vK6C4ozNOpI/s1600/jhd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhrBqctmJdM/UxVeW_Mb1LI/AAAAAAAACBM/vK6C4ozNOpI/s1600/jhd.jpg" height="400" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let's venture back to my birthday for hot sec. We had a piñata&nbsp;and it was lots of fun. I love my friends for just going with the flow on my birthday. They are trooooopers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgx0scjrkes/UxVeWug1MFI/AAAAAAAACBU/ecmjK8pUjOE/s1600/kjh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgx0scjrkes/UxVeWug1MFI/AAAAAAAACBU/ecmjK8pUjOE/s1600/kjh.jpg" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also thanks to my friends for making this day awesome. I couldn't ask for better people in my life, I really couldn't. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBmCdAx5wjM/UxVeaDl3YqI/AAAAAAAACBk/kqM3o1CKZqo/s1600/ytd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBmCdAx5wjM/UxVeaDl3YqI/AAAAAAAACBk/kqM3o1CKZqo/s1600/ytd.jpg" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh my gosh guys it's so nice outside, lets go do our homework outside!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We then proceed to go outside and totally don't do hw. We read and eat girl scout cookies and bask in the glory of the sun. It's a good time.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vcIf7aLTyk/UxVeW6DmZpI/AAAAAAAACBQ/apD_njkv55M/s1600/jgfzs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vcIf7aLTyk/UxVeW6DmZpI/AAAAAAAACBQ/apD_njkv55M/s1600/jgfzs.jpg" height="400" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My fav Sister B purchased her very first wolf. I don't know who was more excited, her or me! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P.s. isn't she one of the cutest human beings you've ever seen!?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now midterms are over for like three weeks until they start again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes college makes me want to drop out of life and ruff it in the mountains of Lake Powell. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But other times I loooove school and don't get me wrong I am blessed to be here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And last but not least everyone should just go out and have a jam sesh to J. Biebs. (like the old good stuff, not the new stuff.) And that is all. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-82127397411907896122014-02-25T09:36:00.000-08:002014-02-25T09:36:00.166-08:0020! 20! 20! 20! 20!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sye_AXIimB4/UwzRygKK-cI/AAAAAAAACAw/gmtVguxvPk0/s1600/unnamed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sye_AXIimB4/UwzRygKK-cI/AAAAAAAACAw/gmtVguxvPk0/s1600/unnamed.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">Someone thought I'd be a good idea to let me turn 20, and I love it.</div><div align="center">I know it's just an age, and it's just another birthday, but turning 20 is pretty neat.</div><div align="center">It's like I've felt like a teenager for my whole life, which makes sense, and then this birthday hit and BAM it's like a whole new world.</div><div align="center">I mean, I'm officially 5'5'' so that makes me feel like a big kid, but it's a lot more than that.</div><div align="center">It has A LOT do to with college. College makes you grow up and it makes you grow up fast. </div><div align="center">I've learned&nbsp;more in the past two years here in Utah than I&nbsp;probably have my whole life. It's awesome.</div><div align="center">Also I feel like a big kid cause I'm a bridesmaid for Hailey's wedding. Like&nbsp;I'm sorry, we are old enough for that?!</div><div align="center">Also&nbsp;it's&nbsp;when I see my grandpa&nbsp;and he turns to my dad with a big smile and says, now that is not a little girl anymore, that is a beautiful young woman.</div><div align="center">&nbsp;I like being 20, even though it's a littttle bit weird at first. It makes me want to do so many things and become a better person. It's like oh hey world, you can take me seriously now cause I'm old! And maybe people in our ward will stop freaking out cause I'm not even a teenager anymore.</div><div align="center">So 20, let's have the best time. I feel like my 20's are going to be the raddest. Yea, they will be.﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-65996923868656861942014-02-15T12:10:00.001-08:002014-02-15T12:10:19.193-08:00February the 14th <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpxi4kT-WJI/Uv_CODHIA_I/AAAAAAAAB-U/N4OEKiLC8fc/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpxi4kT-WJI/Uv_CODHIA_I/AAAAAAAAB-U/N4OEKiLC8fc/s1600/013.JPG" height="640" width="446" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We kicked off V-day eve by going to waffle love for two very important reasons: 1. It was buy one get one free and 2. waffles love us more than anything, so we needed that love in our lives. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k28DDOiOQ8/Uv_CSjPfgLI/AAAAAAAAB-c/XS9ecDjLNsI/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k28DDOiOQ8/Uv_CSjPfgLI/AAAAAAAAB-c/XS9ecDjLNsI/s1600/009.JPG" height="640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All you need it love....and the Beatles, and girl scout cookies. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2vgb5t8VkY/Uv_CVISws6I/AAAAAAAAB-k/d-fjxZY7iX8/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2vgb5t8VkY/Uv_CVISws6I/AAAAAAAAB-k/d-fjxZY7iX8/s1600/014.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Guys, my mom should win a prize for best mom ever. This was the third Valentines package she sent me. She just wins all the time, and I want to be just like her when I grow up.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLZezO0TT6k/Uv_CX-YdUII/AAAAAAAAB-s/FI_lf3lOmt0/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLZezO0TT6k/Uv_CX-YdUII/AAAAAAAAB-s/FI_lf3lOmt0/s1600/015.JPG" height="640" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went over to Mandie's and we made cinnamon rolls for our Valentines. Mandie gave all of her's to boys, and I gave all of mine to girls...I've also been single my whole life and she gets more action than I think is necessary ;)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1Uf8dOwVNU/Uv_CbEWgmDI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lbh1yFDTp_E/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1Uf8dOwVNU/Uv_CbEWgmDI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lbh1yFDTp_E/s1600/020.JPG" height="640" width="602" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then Brooklyn and I went on our grand V-day temple trip. It was heavenly because there was NO line and all of the workers were exceptionally cute that day. Some times old people just have it going on. Also lets not be too thrilled that all the snow is melting, and by that I mean lets all be totally thrilled together. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3HolnihKtk/Uv_Cen2bo9I/AAAAAAAAB-8/hMY9Ja8UyWo/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3HolnihKtk/Uv_Cen2bo9I/AAAAAAAAB-8/hMY9Ja8UyWo/s1600/017.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Let it be known that this was the second rose I've ever received from a male before. 1st rose was from Boyz II Men and my second rose was from a waiter at Tucanos. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Also I'm pretty grateful for these friends of mine. They make life fantastic and holy cow this was one of the best Valentines day's ever thanks to them. (but like seriously boys I have all of their numbers and I am not shy about hooking it upppp. this could be life changing)</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XChJtqXKvaU/Uv_Cf2sziTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/XtqZamcc1TE/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XChJtqXKvaU/Uv_Cf2sziTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/XtqZamcc1TE/s1600/018.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Look who our meat boy was.....we still can't over that our little William works there and didn't even tell us about it! But it all worked out because he brought us endless amounts of pineapple and HE paid US to get the chocolate cake which I'm pretty sure killed us all. Also we all ate a chicken heart, cause we're exotic and stuff. I hate to impress, but ya know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHYNeBsY-Vk/Uv_ClpdkccI/AAAAAAAAB_M/9duWzv1nZ_w/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHYNeBsY-Vk/Uv_ClpdkccI/AAAAAAAAB_M/9duWzv1nZ_w/s1600/019.JPG" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Then since my birthday is coming up we had to tambourine our way through the Brazilian birthday song. And in case any of you were wondering just the other week I was talking to Bailey about how the only thing I can play is the tambourine, so you know, I let myself shine during this song. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-najyoM_TEWA/Uv_Cu2rG6pI/AAAAAAAAB_U/37d7QfPKohI/s1600/jyrted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-najyoM_TEWA/Uv_Cu2rG6pI/AAAAAAAAB_U/37d7QfPKohI/s1600/jyrted.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Also if anyone if wondering what a bunch of single girls do on Valentines day....yea we take selfies. And facebook stalk hot men, but that's besides the point. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kamss7wP08/Uv_CyNnF8BI/AAAAAAAAB_c/maae7ZWHZK4/s1600/luyf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kamss7wP08/Uv_CyNnF8BI/AAAAAAAAB_c/maae7ZWHZK4/s1600/luyf.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">Is it really a Valentines without a mustache picture? I don't think so.</div><div align="center">Also I know you are getting tired of my pictures so here are three more and then I'm done. Pinky swear. </div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFUsePAMAgY/Uv_HJgEF6RI/AAAAAAAAB_o/fliZIbacOwI/s1600/1620716_10203130673451030_1356323151_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFUsePAMAgY/Uv_HJgEF6RI/AAAAAAAAB_o/fliZIbacOwI/s1600/1620716_10203130673451030_1356323151_n.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;All I'm saying is that random boys always want to be in our pictures. Take from that what you will.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfkIkmR0QNg/Uv_HL0wX1XI/AAAAAAAAB_w/iNW_lwNWsHM/s1600/1620897_10202493633009843_1283210280_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfkIkmR0QNg/Uv_HL0wX1XI/AAAAAAAAB_w/iNW_lwNWsHM/s1600/1620897_10202493633009843_1283210280_n.jpg" height="640" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Here is us show casing how excited we are to be in Provo amongst all the couples whilst we are all single and ready to mingle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lht1ZCk4CAQ/Uv_HN8WpccI/AAAAAAAAB_4/MbiZ-O4WQgE/s1600/1625635_10203130674491056_448393265_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lht1ZCk4CAQ/Uv_HN8WpccI/AAAAAAAAB_4/MbiZ-O4WQgE/s1600/1625635_10203130674491056_448393265_n.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">And there you have it. Try to still know there is good in the world, even after seeing that face produced by Nathaniel. </div><div align="center">I love you all. Hope your V-day was hoppin.</div><div align="center">﻿</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430909146254463366.post-24171822757305089042014-02-11T09:52:00.000-08:002014-02-11T09:52:25.174-08:00Ohhhh Guat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvPUlyzU_sw/Uvpg1cM-3eI/AAAAAAAAB98/hUZgwoB_Y9k/s1600/jhf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvPUlyzU_sw/Uvpg1cM-3eI/AAAAAAAAB98/hUZgwoB_Y9k/s1600/jhf.jpg" height="400" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dad went to Honduras once for a couple of months to do eye surgery for people over there. When he came home he brought us each a little present and when I opened up this package from Whit today it smelled exactly the same. It smelled like straight up Mexico, and I loved it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think I love Guatemala a lot and I've never even been there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And those people only get my Whitney for 300 more days, so they better use their time wisely cause soon she will be back here in Utah and I'm a little excited about that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss her the most sometimes cause I mean come on, she's my go to, favorite big kid ever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We promised each other we'd be each others Valentines cause we are both terribly single, and I'm happy about that. I'm glad to have friends like her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't wait till she comes home and we can eat Café rio together and hike in the mountains together and laugh at all the weirdest things together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So thanks for the package Whitters. You make my life super rad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">300 more days and then you are mine! </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263363470615834049noreply@blogger.com0